a killer instinct was coined in the early boxing world as a protective, cold mentality that surges to one's consciousness and turns one into a vicious defense practitioner. everyone has a killer instinct. for harry styles, that ruthless mentality always seemed to circle back to one singular thing - her. --- but she doesn't let me go far, keeping our faces inches apart and my lips curl up as i chew this gum in between my teeth. her fingers roughly press into my cheeks and she smiles back with a devilish, lustful glint in her eyes. "you're gonna want me in control more often after i'm done with you, baby." she whispers, taking me aback with the boldness of her statement as she simply smiles before letting go of my face with a light shove. i slowly scoff and she hums as i shake my head at her. "yeah? prove it." i taunt and she sinks her straight white teeth into her bottom lip with a smirk. --- || mature and explicit content, read at your own risk * ||

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne

Bloodletter. Everyone knows the name, but few know the man behind it. He's the most ruthless fighter in a local underground fight club, nicknamed for how often he makes his opponents bleed. When Zara Clark, an ambitious writer for her college newspaper, gets assigned the fighter as her next featured piece-nothing will stop her from getting her story. Especially not the cold, arrogant, closed-off man himself. The unexpected connection she feels to him when they finally meet throws her for a loop and she embarks on the wildest ride of her life, as she begins to uncover and unravel the man beneath the legend-Harry Styles. **This story contains strong sexual content and mature themes throughout. Reader's discretion is advised.** Started: March 2020 Finished: July 2021

Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like l am human // Exactly two years have passed since the mysterious disappearance of the beloved boyband 'One Direction', Harry Styles, the face of the group, has announced he'll be releasing a book. "A heartfelt memoir," said their notoriously controlling management. But will that be enough to quiet the theories and ease the fans' worries? // Lioren Vale is hired as the ghostwriter for the world-famous popstar. After years spent yearning for the truth, she accepts eagerly. What she doesn't expected is that, after all this time, she'd find herself right in the middle of the chaos. Will she survive long enough to tell the truth? A HARRY STYLES FAN FICTION

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.

Mature Content 18+ |AU| "Harlow you are the one person I hate the most in this entire fucking world!" Harry's yells as his finger is pointed directly at my face, teeth clenched with anger. "Yeah well news flash!" I swat his hand away. "You're pretty high up on my list too!" I huff out as I begin to walk away, annoyed and done with this conversation. "You're not fucking leaving!" Harry yells, grabbing hold of my wrist, squeezing it tightly and pulls be back to him. He shoves me against the mirrored wall, the glass cracking against my back. His face lowers so it is now level with mine. "Not before I show you just how much I hate you." * Harlow- An aspiring singer who is for now, a backup for the one and only Harry Styles; in more way than one. Harry- The worlds heartthrob who hides his true self so well, only showing the world what they want to see. Which is a golden boy who does no wrong. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Niall Horan #5 in One Direction #6 in Dylan O'Brien

'everyone's watching us...' Luella Langford: London's wildest nepo baby. Daughter of a famous artist manager and a former supermodel. She's rich, reckless, and never taken seriously. Not by her family, not by the press, not even herself. Harry Styles: fresh off the breakup of One Direction. Newly signed to Langford Management Group. Angry, exhausted, and sick of being told who to be. The last thing he needs is another rich girl complication. But when a meeting turns into a mistake... And that mistake turns into a pregnancy, They're forced into each other's lives, whether they're ready or not. STARTED: JULY 17TH 2025

MALEFACTOR (n): one who commits an offense against the law. Camden Muñoz has one self-proclaimed fatal flaw: the moment she gets an idea in her head, she has to follow through with it. Against her better judgment, she's always stuck by this notion. But when these thoughts lead to her committing what she imagined would be a one-and-done robbery, she finds herself at the mercy of a dangerous man in an impossible situation. // Time, I've learned, is a very finicky thing. Sometimes, seconds feel like minutes while minutes can feel like seconds. Time as a construct makes no comprehensible sense at certain points, the intangibility of it all making your existence as a human seem baffling to understand. As I blink, I become aware of the gun in my outstretched hand pointing directly at the head of the man standing behind the register in the liquor store. I'm not sure how I got inside or when. One second I was standing outside with Harry, my feet hitting the sidewalk as I emerged from the alley, and the next, I'm here. Playing God in a moment that no mortal being should ever be able to do. "Open the register or I'll blow your fucking brains out." The same words that Harry spit at me almost a week ago come flying back out. He's standing beside me, an inch back with his own gun out and cocked at the man. A rush of adrenaline surges through me, my lips curling upward momentarily as the words finish leaving. Power. That's what I feel at this moment. // MATURE CONTENT 18+

Lila has spent her life learning how to disappear quietly. Behind a camera, she feels safest-observing, framing, capturing moments without ever becoming the subject herself. The lens gives her distance. Control. A way to exist without being seen too closely. Until she steps into a studio where everything is loud, unfinished, and waiting-and meets Harry Styles. Harry doesn't try to fix her. He doesn't rush her, doesn't demand vulnerability, doesn't pull her into the light before she's ready. He simply stays. What begins as work becomes presence. What starts as quiet companionship turns into something steadier, slower, and far more dangerous than chaos: care. Told through late nights, low light, and the spaces between songs, this is a story about learning when to stay. About what it means to be held without being edited. About safety built not through grand gestures, but through consistency, consent, and choosing each other again and again. This is not a love story about being saved. It's about being seen clearly. About letting the frame widen. About realizing that some people don't need you smaller to love you. And that sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do is stop bracing for the moment they leave-and trust that they won't. *SEQUEL IS COMPLETED*

o. 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 ... in which gypsy's mother befriends an international singer and she does too. ❪ harry styles x fem oc ❫ ❪ social media x real life ❫ ❪ copyright @bisousharry ❫